Xiziqing

Crown Prince Yun Chi chose as his consort the youngest daughter of the Hua Family, Hua Yan, and the news shattered the hearts of countless ladies in the Capital City.
It was said: the Crown Prince could write poetry at three, compose essays at seven, debate with the greatest scholars at ten, shoot arrows with precision at twelve, oversee the examinations of all scholars at fifteen, and was regent by the time he was sixteen. He reached the pinnacle in letters, the extreme in martial arts, his looks were world-shaking, and his presence unrivaled.
Hua Yan felt as though a gigantic pie had fallen from the sky, landing squarely on her head.
From then on, was she to compete with the entire world for this man?
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Yun Chi: Standing at the pinnacle of the Azure Clouds, he learned the art of balance, practiced the strategies of an emperor, envisioned the land and skies in his heart. Within the nine-layered royal palace, he could turn his hands to clouds and his palms to rain, holding sway over the court and the nation, trimming himself into a figure free from desire and henceforth unyielding.
Hua Yan: She viewed herself as beneath the dust, with all her emotions and desires, disliking the Son of Heaven's court, preferring the ordinary alleys, treading on ten feet of soft red and experiencing all facets of life. She believed that nothing was better than green mountains and clear waters. "If you promise me a lifetime, I will accompany you for an eternity."

Schemes Of A Flower

Although Liu Fuxiang was young and her death was not particularly honorable, she had occupied the position of the continued wife of the Marquis of Wuwei. For this reason, there were quite a few people who went to the Marquis of Wuwei's residence to offer their condolences.


The Marquis of Wuwei brought out the coffin he had prepared for himself and held the mourning rites for seven days to give Liu Fuxiang a proper burial, in consideration of avoiding inauspiciousness during the Crown Prince's wedding period. However, on the day of her funeral, the ceremony was not conducted on a grand scale.


Seven days flashed by and on this day, peace returned to the Capital City. Tian Bujue estimated the time to take Hua Yan's pulse.


Yun Chi returned early from the morning court on this same day, hurrying back to the estate to accompany Hua Yan.


After taking Hua Yan's pulse, Tian Bujue's old face rarely showed a smile, "It's a joyful pulse."


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